Pre-Millennium Tension lyrics
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She's the one Makes me feel these ways He's the one Needs sun rays Can't stand to feel Hate to feel Gone insane, high jack a plane Don't push me 'cause I'm close To the edge Trying hard not to lose my head Can't hardly breathe I've been and seen She hides my Ventolin Can't hardly breathe Can't hardly breathe Can't hardly breathe Martina:
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My defences Tricky & Martina: Become fences Tricky: Now I'm stumbling Tricky & Martina: I change my face And if you think I'm fake up Wait around till I take off my make-up Here we go again I meet another one Her name is She looks for me Says I'm the only one Martina:
Tricky:
Martina:
Tricky:
It means we'll
manage
It means we'll
manage
You and me,
what does that mean?
It means we'll
manage
You and me,
what does that mean?
It means we'll
manage
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source: booklet of the Japanese release |
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One-two one-two Huh, one-two one-two one-two Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Tricky:
Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
It's surreal
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Tricky &
Drunkenstein / Rock:
Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky &
Drunkenstein / Rock:
Drunkenstein
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Tricky :
Drunkenstein
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Tricky:
Drunkenstein
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(written by Robert Frazier & Mark James, originally performed by Chill Rob G.) |
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This is a matter of utmost urgency You might even call it a police emergency Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G Wasn't sellin' out they tried to murder me Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Heard 'em comin' ducked behind the wall They saw the whites of his eyes the first one had to fall Another bum creeped up the fire escape Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late Lookin' like a scene from Real Life Vice The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice Uzi does it, come to think of it Dude had a nine, but his wasn't as fast as mine I heard the phone ring, should I answer? This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer And that is the final stage, my primal rage Began to rise and I started to fantasize How many more might try to rush the door And blast their way in, hell, I ain't stayin' I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets What else could it mean? I know it ain't Halloween The cross in the background burnin' made a ill scene First I was panicky, then I was angry One creep even had a rope ready to hang me Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti? You come and vic Rob G any time you're ready? <Fuck that> they had me trapped so I rushed back They tried to bust me but they don't have enough caps I dipped, dived, slipped, slid, they missed me I had to move quick or they was bound to get me One bullet grazed me, that didn't phase me What could I say? I was havin' a fucked up day Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger I shouted "Now let me hear you say nigger!" Well anyway, nobody spoke or went for broke The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke And everything got quiet, I don't buy it Just a second ago we had a riot They must be plannin' attack or settin' a trap Whatever the case you won't get this black Now I'm on the edge and there's no denyin' it Whatever the hell might work I'm tryin' it Thought I was a target that they could get right quick But I ain't goin' out like no statistic Another number, made me wonder How many other brothers they've put under I sat in the dark real still for a long time Didn't make a sound cos I've got a strong mind Made my way to the street, it was daybreak Must've fallen asleep, but for Pete's sake I didn't see the enemy tryin' to put an end to me The night before, my finger trigger was sore I went in the house to get a fresh clip And then I woke up an' shit... It was just a bad dream |
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She makes me wanna die Follow where Mary goes Cherish the things she knows Says if I change my stride Then I'll fly She makes me wanna die Change my stride Then I'll fly Look to the sun See me in psychic pollution Walking on the moon How could you dare? Who do you think you are? You're insignificant A small piece, an ism No more no less You try to learn the universe Can't even converse in universe You know it's ironic smoking hydroponic She makes me wanna die And change my stride Then I'll fly She makes me wanna die Follow where Mary goes Cherish the things she knows Says if I change my stride Then I'll fly And change my stride Then I'll fly Look to the sun See me in psychic pollution Walking on the moon How could you dare? Who do you think you are? You're insignificant A small piece, an ism No more no less You try to learn the universe Can't even converse in uni-verse You know from:
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source: booklet of the Japanese release |
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Yeah Me's a ghetto youth Me come from straight down ina the ghetto Seen, Rockfort, Warica Seen, Matches Lane Jungle Heights, yeah all I and I are one. Carry kites, yeah Me a tell ya All Bull Bay Heights and dem heights dey. Yeah We come up Seen, I you a hear me Wicked ina de ghetto my brother Wicked to the mass And you done know the man have youth and youth and youth a come up And you see when you come up And the father drop out Dem no know no father so dem come up to a gunman. Me done know, because a saw de ghetto run a so the politician do it dem bring in a bag a gun and barrage a thing and seen run up on youth on youth And then when you check it out. Dem send dem police friend to come for dem gun And dem say dem not running gun and dem things deh. And be here things in a ghetto Seen, man no stop kill man. Seen, man no stop rob man. A no dem things deh we want ina Jamaica We want love, unity, sense, strength and energy. Yeah, we want a whole heap of things to go on for the ghetto youth all next year. You done know me as one a dem uprighting ghetto youths, Seen, so we a start from way down dey so. We no just a come from no where and a come up ya so A way down ina de so man a come from. Say man a come way from the rock, when me say de rock, me mean the rock, Seen, them flow ambulance and them come to the worst Worst industrial It's the work of the Caribbean country I know it all from a long ways back We no got no royalty, know what me say? Yeah, get up in a place them call they'll sigh, call them See them sitting in a store. Gots with play, gots to this, gots to that, gots to everything. Ever have a little fire get wet? Wow, them has not said a word. I a don't know my little friend over there sir. Sure when they all left the motel I sell chicken and some other things. I a do know ya up front man. Yes me brother, Sky the yes sir. And the easy, we all easy, now we all smoke weed as one Now listen I tell ya, the truth. Y'all God bless been me, trust me. I wanna show ya'll more thing about the ghetto. See the ghetto is a case a pop, lollipop, all of them pop there Yeah, I and I a juggle them from nine from down dere yes sir. See ya know it's cool we got a system army See ya don't know man no ghetto youth, see? Street boy original, see? Yeah, and noboby can fool and nobody can come use we. Yeah, that's the way we run things. We just steal a thing, we sell suck-suck on them thing. Them thing come and them thing in The Star and in the news in the Enquirer, the ex-news for earn our own paper. Yeah,come with I and get we boy to come tell about 6 to 6 and 6 to 12. And after this and after that you drink champagne and cut off you foot. In a place
something on that ya see
Trust me my
brother.
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What you wanna do with your sex drive Wait for your soul to catch up with me Conquer feed, lay seed I talk to him, I wanna lie She looks at me, I wonder high I wanna be rich and fat How do I validate that A man with my eyes makes me feel like a mouse Do I retaliate and do that Can I rest my head on your chest and dribble You know the rules I squeeze your wriggle Pain is somewhere on the line Pain is somewhere on the line It takes courage and strength to be single When you get older your body won't move so good You won't learn so quick The best time for a relationship I know this she-kid in Moscow I said if you're in love let go of my hand now The older I get the more confused I am The older I get the older I am Damn it! Jesus They want more players like Cyrille Regis Damn it! Jesus They want more players like Cyrille Regis Martina
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Tricky:
from:_
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source: booklet of the Japanese release |
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Choose me, I wish I didn't feel I wanna do bad things and then we're one again I wanna do bad in those movies They say squeeze, never pull it Muscles wrapped round my bullet Me here say you're big broad and tall Ok, let me make a phone call I'd rather you float down the river sea Voodoo he for fucking around with my privacy I wish I didn't feel I want to do bad things And then we're one again X2 And then we're one again X2 I wanna do
bad things in the movies
My fucking
name
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(written by Eric Barrier & W.Griffin, originally performed by Eric B. & Rakim) |
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I'm rated "R"...this is a warning, ya better void, Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed, 'Cause I came back to attack others in spite- Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin' But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park, Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark; Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but, Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick, You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick. Music's the clue, when I come your warned, Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone. Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer? This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a Death wish, so come on, step to this Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, You come in my realm ya get beat, This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, All ya see is the meters at a volume, Pumping lyrics of fury Terror in the
styles, never error-files,
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"Well I see it so much ( I see it so much ) I see it so much ( I see it so much ), I see it, I see it " Tricky and
Martina:
One, Two, One,
Two, Catch up
One, Two
My funny valentine,
I don't find you funny
Before you
test know what's going on
My funny valentine,
I don't find you funny
My funny valentine,
I don't find you funny
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To the noose, to the neck To the boosts, to the check To the micic, to the psychic To the circuit To the games pains to blame To the freedom Make it rain, make it same Make it dance, not a chance See her run see her come Totally cunning she is dark heart no soul, no soul She is a lifeline to the heartbeat And I can't feel her heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches To the lunches, to the punches To the noose,
to the neck
To the good,
to the clean
To the noose,
to the neck
To the good,
to the clean
Lots of moaning,
until they home in
To the good,
to the clean
To the noose,
to the neck
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source: booklet of the Japanese release |
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